Show Yourself (Sfaira Mageias Series #3)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Bethuna Irawo

Alter extended his arm over my shoulders when I sat beside him on Zeit's table. "What did you tell her?"

I intertwined my fingers on my laps. "I asked her if what should we do if the communication thingy that she's about to commence would turn out inefficacious."

"Mm..."

"She said we should kill her if that shit happened, so..." I'm not sure if Aisthi's serious about that or she's just bluffing—making me feel worried for her. I turned my head over my shoulder. "Do you think we can do that?"

He drew me closer to him, then let out a chuckle. "Of course, we can. However, we're not doing that on our friend, nor any of our beloved—let me take back what I said: we're not allowed to kill anyone, anyway."

I almost forgot, Sfaira Mageias' law number one: Killing is verboten; those who end any creatures life, whether they've done you wrong or not, are without a doubt be punish by death itself.

"Have anyone contravened that law before? I ceased to believe that none of the creatures around Sfaira Mageias are pure down to their core."

Alter, little by little, returned his gaze back to Aisthi; he stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, then displaced his arm around my shoulders.

"I know someone who did, however, I'm not in the right place to discuss that topic to you. To answer the other part of your question: there are numerous creatures across Sfaira Mageias who dared to violate the law—whether they're sick of it, wanted to change something; perhaps, they're doing it for the sake of pleasure."

"They all suffered the same fate, huh?"

"Mm." he chuckled when I failed to give my respond. "Ironic, isn't it? The law forbid anyone from ending someone's life, yet the lawmakers defy their own law."

"Perhaps that's what they've realized—those who violated the law."

He shrugged. "I dunno. We haven't seen the bigger picture of it. But we're not here for that, are we?" I was about to respond, though suddenly I have nothing to say. "Dealing with the problem of a world is not easy, buddy. We're not getting ourselves into that kind of mess."

I remained silent. He's right, however; he's thinking at his age, and we should act at our age. I guess we'll have to leave those problems to the elders, since they're known, centuries ago, for their knowledge about things, not to mention their level of comprehension which they claimed to surpass, or let's say: too much for a kid to handle.

Aisthi has been sitting there for minutes now, yet we haven't seen any result yet; we're not knowledgeable enough to know if she's communicating with them now, or she's still trying to channel herself.

After a while, a luminous pink color appeared on top of her head, the color cascaded to the tip of Aisthi's hair like a gentle waterfall: dyeing her hair into a bright pink.

Marks started appearing from her face, down to her neck, and arms; they're glowing along with her hair.

She lifted the lid of her eyes, and a gale greeted us by surprise: the moment her eyes glistened an exquisite pink, her wings sprouted from her back.

She appeared like her entire existence right now is screaming: I'm a fairy, shackled by none, a daughter of the wind, and the sky is my domain.

She opened her mouth and started speaking words in a different language; I understand none of what she said and kept on saying.